I knew Jane wouldn’t want more strangers walking through her house. Not that night. So no one called a cleaning company. I scrubbed the floorboards while Moffy was with Jane. Farrow came in and helped me. In dead silence we cleaned the attic room and threw out the shredded mattress. Hauled in a new one that Quinn went out and bought. So it looked like nothing ever happened. It was our responsibility, and we’d do it all over again. In a heartbeat.
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